[Celph Titled]

I get A.D.D. when you talking auxiliary

Cause I done used it all shooting y’all, going on killing sprees

Do it with my own hands or I’ll send a drone in

Cause at my crib I got remote control murder components

Plus it’s a bonus the way I finagle the beam

Try to portray you a G but you really Avril Lavigne

I will destroy whatever’s your desire

Set ablaze my weed stash and it look like a forest fire

Avoid the riot cause me and my demolition team’s

Singing lullabies with the music made by an M-16

To wash my dirt off you need more than a luffa

Expose you to my sick disease leave you with more than a tumour

Abort your computers cause even with an antivirus

I’m a cripple you like it’s a blender with your hands inside

I’m a boss man slurping spaghetti

Ate ten burgers already and on a napkin wrote this murderous medley

Bayonet blade right through your tongue

It’s like I’m Megatron’s neighbour, I live by the gun

[Chorus]

[Little Vic]

Check it, of all the cash dealings

Between brash feelings of past

Mass killings the norm, my last shilling was brass

They crash buildings in half massacre what’s wrong

Any rapper just trying to see the glass ceiling smashed

The world is my oyster, all I need is a meal

But [?] don’t need the pearls in the moisture

Yield only to a real girl I can hoist up

Rare like the 40’s out in Berlin [?]

Noise my poison but poised to bring my voice up to ten

My time I’ll 5’9 Royce ya

Native tongue with the pen leaves the ink up

Niña, Pinta, Santa Maria sinker

The world said go see a shrink or be a drinker

Wild bill with the quill you shouldn’t be a pinker tongue

It’s back to analogue the state of art

And what I gotta do to find a chick from [?] to play the harp

She dress razor sharp, the sex rated R

We stock up on orgasms till our next days apart

And she will dip so she’s feeling less faint of heart

I hit the stu’ and make a tune ‘bout her

And if they hearing it she follow me around like a moon shadow

Wonder why her groom doesn’t make the room rattle

She wants Ragnar, a Jaguar poor

This is my backyard pause what I ask y’all for

And as I sit at home here alone

Knowing what I should do

I find I can’t stay awake